Immortal Dilemma is the hottest band in the Las Vegas
vampire rock scene. They draw insatiable fans from around the globe, thanks to
a supernatural attraction called Bloodlust. Tristan craved such an opportunity
to fill his empty mortal life, and now he has eternity to earn his place along
the legends of rock n roll debauchery.

Callie always feared that Tristan’s excesses would get him
into trouble, but she never thought they’d lead him to immortality. To
reconnect with him, she must weave her way through a world not only she had no
idea existed, but does not welcome her.

Blade turned down a spot in Immortal Dilemma after learning
what he must sacrifice for that lifestyle. He finds Callie a refreshing change
from the girls in the vampire rock scene. When Callie drags Blade back into the
world of Immortal Dilemma, his resistance drives her into the waiting arms of
Tristan, who shows her the true meaning of Bloodlust.

But the very things that Callie fights so hard to save are
the very things that fight to destroy her.

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Kristen shares a birthday with Steven Tyler and
Diana Ross. She spends each day striving
to be half as fabulous as they are.
She’s worn many hats, none as flattering as her cowboy hat: banker,
retail manager, fledgling web designer, world’s worst cocktail waitress, panty
slinger, now makeup artist and aspiring author.
She loves sunshine, live music, the middle of nowhere, and finding new
things to put in her house. Kristen is
represented by Pam van Hylckama Vlieg of Foreword Literary.

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Excerpt #3

Instead of bringing us out to seats in the audience, Tony
led us to the side of the stage to a spot just behind the curtain, feet away
from Tristan. When he spotted me, he
winked at me like we shared a private joke, and continued with his
performance. I sucked in my breath and
held on for the ride.

Being so close to the band as they put on their show was
much more intimate than the first time we saw them. The heat of the flash pots
made the faces of the background dancers glow.
We moved out of the way as the roadies scrambled to change instruments
for the band. I strained my eyes to read
all the notes plastered on the stage. I
peeked around the curtain every so often to get a look at the crowd, who were
completely enthralled with everything the band did.

But mostly, I just watched Tristan. Tonight he wore his signature black leather
pants, which clung dangerously low below his hipbones. They ended in black combat boots that were
casually untied. He topped the outfit
off with a black T shirt adorned with an intricate white pattern that clung
like a second skin. His eyes were
heavily rimmed with black liner and his hair hung in his face, down on his
chest and back. It swung around him as
he roamed all over the stage. His
fingers moved over his guitar seductively, teasing it, bringing it to the brink
of hysteria then coaxing it back down to a purr. Almost as if he was making love to it.

The thought made me flush all over. I could hardly bear to watch him, but I
couldn’t look away.

Tristan walked off the stage before I was ready to stop
watching him. He came right to me.

“Look who’s my date tonight,” his eyes moved down my body.

“You have a date tonight?” I glanced behind me before it hit
me. He meant me.

“Yes,” he reached out and put his hands on my hips. Even after running around on stage under
those bright lights for over an hour, he hadn’t so much as broken a sweat. His
stage makeup was still perfect. He
leaned in so he could speak close to my ear.
“And she looks fabulous in her little black dress.”

“Thanks,” I managed, but it didn’t seem like enough, looking
up at Tristan, with his eyes just inches from mine. We might as well have been in another
universe. The music on the stage had resumed.
“Don’t you have to go back out on stage?”

He shook his head, his eyes never leaving mine. “It’s just his solo. And truthfully, Callie, the show will start
again whenever I decide to go back out there.
They can wait.”

“Oh.” I gulped so hard it hurt. What was he going to do?

“But I am going to go back out there, just for a few
minutes. I want this part of the night
to be over so I can spend the rest of the evening with my date.” He leaned in, kissing me chastely on the
lips, like we had just done this yesterday, like he hadn’t ever walked out of
my life, and then turned to walk back out on stage. My legs felt like jelly. I wrapped my arms around my midsection and
half leaned, half fell against the equipment case next to me. Every time I looked at him, I slipped in
deeper over my head.

Keisha brought me back to this realm by whacking my
arm. “Girl. That was hot.”

My Thoughts

Kristin Strassel’s ‘In the Night’ was quite a breath of fresh
air so to speak. I loved Callie and
Tristin. First Callie is not perfect
which I loved because you could identify with her. Tristan on the other hand was the epitome of
the bad boy persona. The story had a
feel of Anne Rice’s “The Vampire Lestat’.
The author had a way to pull me into the story and made me feel as if I
was there in the pit singing with the band.
I look forward to what this author has in store for us next.

What do you get when you mix magic with one of the most prestigious dogs in Germany? You get something special and powerful. In a time when witches were hunted down and burned a famous alchemist devised a plan to help protect them. One particular puppy who is predestined for someone in our time learns all she can before heading on the journey of her life.

My mother always told me and my siblings that we were special. But, that’s something all mothers say.... Isn’t it? What you don’t always hear is that you’re part of the litter of Great Dane puppies destined to protect the witches and warlocks throughout time. We just have to find one another, before our time runs out….

As a young girl, Diana Marie Dubois was an avid reader and was often found in the local public library. Now you find her working in her local library. Hailing from the culture filled state of Louisiana, just outside of New Orleans; she lives with her three Great Danes and four spunky mutts. Her biggest inspiration has always been the infamous Anne Rice and her tales of Vampires. It was those very stories that inspired Diana to take hold of her dreams and begin writing. She is now working on her first series, Voodoo Vows.

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Author Info

Larry
Rodness began his entertainment career as a professional singer at the age of
19 and has been performing in Toronto for over 35 years with his wife and
singing partner, Jodi, at venues such as The Old Mill, Royal York Hotel,
Skyline and Bristol Place Hotel as well as countless corporate and private
functions.

In the 80's Larry studied musical theatre writing with PRO
under Broadway conductor Layman Engel, which led him to write for dinner
theater. He then moved into the screenplay arena where he has written over a
dozen screenplays and has had 3 scripts optioned to date. In the past 2 years
he has also become a published novelist.

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Excerpt 1

The next day Emylene returned to the antique shop to find
the sketch sitting on the dusty floor, against the grimy picture window. The
artist had framed the scene by drawing a weathered old wooden fence that
zigzagged from the foreground all the way to a line of trees that met the
horizon. In the center of the sketch stood a great cypress tree surrounded by a
blanket of pristine snow. The sketch was serene and unsettling at the same
time, evocative but distant—just the right mix of perversity for the heartsick
Goth.

Her mind made up, Emylene pushed open the paint-peeled door
that creaked as if it objected to the intrusion. The air inside hung heavy with
the smell of melancholia. This was not so much a store as a graveyard of
forgotten relics. If that wasn't bad enough, Emylene sensed an air of gloom
emanating from the shopkeeper himself who was behind his counter, staring
sour-faced at her. He was a tall, gaunt man in his seventies with wispy grey
hair who had lived in the district for over thirty years and suffered them
all—the druggies, the hookers, and the hustlers. He took one look at Emylene
and made up his mind about her before she said a single word: Goths. If they
were so in love with death, why didn't they just slit their wrists and let the
rest of us get on with our own miserable lives? Nevertheless, Emylene greeted
him with a cheery hello.

"Hey there. The picture in the window, the one with the
tree? How much?" she asked.

The storeowner stared at Emylene at first with curiosity,
and then with disdain. "A million dollars," he replied. "You got
a million dollars?"

Emylene offered her prettiest smile while she lifted the
picture from the floor and eyeballed it like an appraiser from Sotheby's.

"I don't have that much, but I'll give you a
hundred," she offered.

"You really want it? Tell you what. You come back here
tomorrow…”

Emylene knew what was coming next.

"…dressed from head to toe in white. You wipe all that
black polish off your nails and the paint off your face, and you come here
dressed like…"

"…like a little lady?" asked Emylene.

"Yes, like that, and she's yours."

"See you tomorrow then," she sang as she left the
shop.

Although she had never met this man before Emylene knew him
all too well. This man was afraid of something and desperate to keep control of
his domain. To do that, he needed to demystify Emylene by degrading and shaming
her into showing that beneath all the make-up and the gear, that she was as
dull and ordinary as he was. Emylene needed to show him that no one was going
to push her around.

The next day Emylene returned to the store as requested,
wearing the only white dress she owned—an exact replica of the bridal gown Miss
Lucy was buried in, after Dracula turned her into a vampyre. When Emylene
stepped across the threshold of the store, she looked more frightening than she
did in anything she had worn in black, and the look on the store owner's face
instantly faded to the same pallor of white as the dress. As Emylene approached
him she slowly opened her hand.

The owner drew back, fully expecting to find a beating heart
pumping away in her little palm. Instead were five twenties. He hesitated a
moment, wondering whether to deny her the purchase, but instead, he scooped up
the bills. Emylene took the picture and exited the store. Not a word was said between
the two.

When Emylene returned to her apartment, she looked around
for just the right place to hang the sketch. There really was only one place
for it. A nail went into the plaster with two bangs of a hammer and the picture
was hung upon the wall opposite the main door of the apartment so that it would
be the first thing she'd see upon entering, and the last thing upon leaving.

That done, Emylene took a moment to appreciate her new
acquisition. Ignoring the slap-dash method with which the simple brush strokes
were applied, she concentrated on the basic elements of the scene—a rickety
wooden fence that zigzagged all the way back to a line of trees in the distant
horizon. A few wavy strokes indicating a blanket of unblemished snow, and of
course, the lone cyprus. That was all and yet, there seemed more although she
couldn't put her finger on what, exactly. But then, because even Goths get
hungry, Emylene stripped off Miss Lucy's bridal gown and bounced downstairs to
grab a sub.

It was 8:15 when she returned. When her world changed. When
the glorious mystery of the picture began to reveal itself. When she gazed upon
her new treasure and noticed for the first time footprints in the snow that
were not there before.

My Thoughts

Perverse by Larry Rodness was in my words an exceptional read.
I wasn't sure what to expect when I read this book, but I was pleasantly
surprised. I am a big fan of strong
female characters and Emylene is the epitome if this. The author wove a fantastic story and I couldn't stop reading till the end. He showed us
a whole new world in the world of the Goth. And so not what I expected. Truly a great read and I can’t wait for what’s
next.

A powerful race of beings lives and works among us and we
don’t even know it. To us, they are known as mermaids, sirens and water nymphs,
but they call themselves the Psyne. They have lived on Earth since ancient
times, wield powerful magic and have only one weakness—love.

When
Psyne suddenly start disappearing around the globe, the remaining aquatars are
evacuated to their home world and a ban is placed on Earth. Ilauria, a devoted
servant to the Psyne Council, can’t abide abandoning the missing eight, and
with the help of her long-time friend, Shivan, and a subversive member of the Venvian Psyne named Adante, she embarks on a
harrowing rescue mission to uncover who or what is powerful enough to subdue
her kind.

What Ilauria discovers will cause her to question her
loyalties, re-examine her dual nature, and will shake the very foundations of
the truths her society holds dear.

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About the Author

Jasmine was born in Tucson, Arizona, the oldest of two
children. She spent her teen years living in Phoenix, Arizona and then attended
the University of Arizona in Tucson where she earned her Bachelor of Arts
degree in Creative Writing. She married and moved to Salt Lake City, Utah where
her husband attended graduate school at the University of Utah. There she
adopted a love for the changing seasons, snowboarding and the beauty of the
mountains.

She
spent several years working on a literary novel but found her heart wasn’t in
it. Finally she quit her day job to write full time and embraced her life-long
love of fantasy fiction. She wrote
Luminous, the first novel in the Psyne series (pronounced "sign") and
followed it up with the sequel, Prism, due out the summer of 2014. With a third series novel in the works and no
end in sight, Jasmine will be spending a great deal of time in the Psyne
Universe over the next several years.
When she’s not writing or spending time with her family, she loves to
horseback ride, dance, make elaborate costumes just for the fun of it, and is
always planning her next decadent tea party.

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Excerpt #2: IMAGINE YOUR WORST
NIGHTMARE

“You won’t find your friend here,” a man said as he emerged
from one of the bedrooms.

In that instant, Ilauria couldn’t move.

To anyone else, the being before her would look to be an
ordinary man but to one of the Psyne, there was no doubt it was anything but
human. Despite its resemblance to a human male, it was neither male nor female.
It wore a gray wool coat and slacks, plain like a uniform, with buttons down
the front and a short, stand-up collar. Soft flames licked yellow and white
along the edges of its silhouette, simmering to a gas light blue.

All moisture evaporated from the room and the temperature
began to climb. A sheer wall of oppressive air hit Ilauria and her skin felt
tight and dry. She braced herself against the onslaught of desiccating heat
rolling off its body and as she drew in a shaky breath, she couldn’t believe
that she stood in the presence of a nemesis she’d only heard described in
legends.

“The Fury,” she whispered.

“So you’ve heard of me,” the Fury said, its face ablaze with
amusement.

Her body trembled and her limbs went stiff, petrified with
fear. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the creature before her. It was like
staring at death itself, like staring at her death: impending, certain, and
inescapable.

The Fury lived to kill her kind and take their magic.

Her first reaction was to morph into her animal form, an
instinct all Psyne carried from the days when their ancestors hid from the Fury
on their home world.

But her body wouldn’t shape shift.

She tried again and then it dawned on her. The Fury had laid
a trap, a dead zone, rendering her magic useless. She was powerless, as
helpless as a human with all of her defenses neutralized and completely at its
mercy.

The furious beating of her heart begged her to run. The front door was too far away so she backed
up to the balcony doors nearest her and grasped the handles with trembling
hands, her startled gaze never leaving the Fury’s face.

“For some reason, all you Psyne react to me in the same
manner. I can’t imagine why.”

Ilauria narrowed her eyes at its flippant words. Its smug face told her it had the upper hand
and it reveled in that fact. If this was
to be her end, so be it but she wasn’t going to beg for her life.

My

Thoughts

I have never read a book like this before.The author has a winner in this one. And I am
truly glad that I did.I couldn’t put it
down. I will say this is not your normal
book about mermaids.I was captivated
from the beginning only to reach the bottom depths of the book. This book encompassed all that makes for a
good read, mystery, magic and adventure.Another thing in which I loved was the strong female character llauria.Everything in this book is fantastic full of believable
characters and a well written plot.

*DISCLAIMER* I was given this book as a free ACR copy in
exchange for an honest review.

Maggie is unaware of the terrifying fate that awaits her. It
isn't until she lands in New Orleans for a full year at a private high school
and her unknown enemies find her does she realize that her life is in danger.

As a mystifying stranger repeatedly intervenes and blocks
the attempts on her life, she begins to learn that there is more to him than
his need to protect her and that he may be the key to understanding why her
enemies have just now arrived.

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EXCERPT 2

“So you’re warning me away from you?” I was appalled. “Then
why are you doing this…guarding me at all? Why the torment? Why watch over me
when you know that…that we should be more?” I felt on the verge of tears, which
amazed me. How could pain be so sharp in the afterlife? “Answer me, Eran. Why?”

He sighed. “Because it is my job.”

I gasped, more offended than I’d ever been. “I’m a job to
you?” I stared at him and waited for his head to rise but he refused to look at
me.

“Yes,” he said weakly, defeated. His beautiful, rugged voice
released as a whimper and the pain inside me grew. “You are just a job.”

I didn’t think it was possible but the emptiness I’d felt
with Eran being gone those many weeks held no comparison to the magnitude of
what I was experiencing right now.

I felt as if I had been gutted.

“No…” I shook my head. “I don’t believe you because you see,
Eran, I can feel your emotions run through me. Whether you want to admit them
or not, I know how you feel about me.”

Stunned, his head jerked up, his brilliant blue-green eyes
drilling into mine. “You feel me too? How can that be?”

From the first moment he saw her, MIKAH BLAKE was seized by
an inexplicable need to protect Vivienne Callahan, a fragile but fiery young
woman who’s awakened a slumbering power within him. With his encouragement,
Vivienne has begun to turn her life around, and things seem to be heading in
the direction of a slow but certain happily-ever-after. But that happy ending
is side tracked by a rising evil that is determined to destroy her.

When her dark past comes back to claim her, Mikah is caught
in a whirlwind of events that lead him down a path he was born into but never
understood. Until now.

Can Mikah save Vivienne?
Will his love be enough? Will he be able to control his angelic powers
and use them to protect his newfound love?

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Is from Glendale, Arizona that Zoey Derrick, a mortgage underwriter
by day and romance and erotica novelist by night, writes stories as hot as the
desert sun itself. It is this passion that drips off of her work, bringing
excitement to anyone who enjoys a good and sensual love story.

Not only does she aim to take her readers on an erotic dance
that lasts the night, it allows her to empty her mind of stories we all wish
were true.

Her stories are hopeful yet true to life, skillfully
avoiding melodrama and the unrealistic, bringing her gripping Erotica only
closer to the heart of those that dare dipping into it.

The intimacy of her fantasies that she shares with her
readers is thrilling and encouraging, climactic yet full of suspense. She is a
loving mistress, up for anything, of which any reader is doomed to return to
again and again.

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Excerpt #2

A hum radiates quickly through my body as the sound of
footsteps registers in my ears. This time it’s light, but doesn’t tickle.
Someone that I know is coming?

After four more steps, a man steps into the doorway. My
heart races for that brief second before recognition, and then the humming
stops.

“Red. What are you doing here?”

“I came by to check on you.”

“How’d you know I was—…”

“You would think, after the last three years, you would know
the answer to that question.”

I nod my head. “She’s in surgery.”

“I feel awful about this.”

I look to him, puzzled. “For?”

“I was there. Last night. Waiting for her to return home
from work. If I’d gotten there sooner I—…”

“Stop. There was a cop who was killed in Riley’s quest to
get to her. Do not think that it would have been any different with you had you
arrived earlier.” I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees, and look down
at the floor. “The truth is that I don’t know when the cop was killed. Riley
could have been in that building for hours before she got home. Or he could
have managed to sneak his way in, leaving the cop for later. Something that
surprised me most was the fact that her door was locked, but only the knob.” I
wonder idly if Riley had left, met with his father outside of my building and
then went back.

The buzz comes back, same as a moment ago, as I hear Red’s
shoes hit the carpet.

My thoughts

Zoey Derrick has done it again. In the next installment of her Reason series,
‘Give me Hope,’ this story is told from Mikah’s POV. I truly love Mikah and this story told from
his eyes, you see how much he cares for Vivienne and what lengths he will go
to, to keep her safe. Secrets will be divulged. But the question is can he
handle them. In the end does Vivienne give him hope or is the other way around.
I look forward to see how this all plays
out in the next book.

Out of a young woman’s ambition comes a love triangle that
could destroy more than her heart.

Firia has always wanted to be a witch, but even though she’s
a natural in magic, there’s a problem: She’s human.

Considered by the elven elite to be interior, Firia needs an
edge to be accepted into the Magic Academy. Out of sheer desperation, she
summons the demon Varuj, a terrifyingly gorgeous spirit who helps her win the
entrance competition. But at what price?

As the commanding demon does everything he can to penetrate
every aspect of her innocent life, Firia still finds herself drawn to her study
partner, Mae’lin. Not only is the sweet elf completely different from the
powerful Varuj, but their relationship is forbidden.

How is she supposed to choose between the demon she owes her
life to and the innocent elf who makes her a better person?

This
thrilling coming of age new adult romance is from fantasy romance author,
Jillian Keep.

Jillian Keep is the softer and more romantic side of J.E.
& M. Keep. They love to combine fantasy, scifi, horror, romance and mystery
into exciting and titillating novels.

They are long term, loving partners in a very happy
relationship and because of this; they love to torture their characters. Dark
romance touches all of their stories in one way or another; from elicit trysts
to forbidden love.

Tyler DeHaven may look like a bad boy, but there’s got to be
more to the tattoo artist who volunteers at the hospital during the holiday
season. Inviting him to a work Christmas party seems innocent enough … at
first. Problem is, he’s just as irresistible as he looks and falling fast is
more than Mallory bargained for. After all, she’s reminded every day what a
gamble love can be, and there’s no question that with him, the stakes are high.

It may be cold outside but Mallory Stephens is the hottest
nurse Tyler has ever laid eyes on. To top it off, she also likes ink and wants
him to be her holiday party date. He’s not going to say no, and when things get
rocky, he’s not going to let their passion frost over, either.

Can a brand-new romance survive the chill as snow falls in
the Steel City?

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Author Information

Ranae
Rose is the author of over a dozen adult romances and counting. She calls the US East Coast home and resides there with her husband,
child, German Shepherd dogs and overflowing bookshelves. Writing and reading
are lifelong passions that consume most of her time, and she's always working
on bringing her latest love story idea to life for readers.

Her latest release is Abiding Ink, Book 4 in her Inked in
the Steel City Series.

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CHAPTER 1 (Excerpt)

“Any new tattoos?” Beneath a helmet of blue-rinsed curls,
Ms. Sherwin’s eyes sparkled as she sat up in her hospital bed, leaning toward
Tyler.

“No, Ms. Sherwin. Just the same old ink I had yesterday.”

“Tsk tsk. I told you yesterday – call me Ruby! If we’re
going to be seeing each other every day, we can at least be friendly.” As he
pushed the meal cart forward, she giggled, sounding more eight than eighty or
however old she was.

“I’m only volunteering here for a week, Ms. – uh, Ruby.” Six
more days, counting today.

She ignored his comment, leaning forward as he approached
with her lunch tray. “Ooh!” Gripping him by the wrist, she pushed up the sleeve
of his thermal tee, exposing half his forearm. Her tiny, pale hand looked and
felt like a child’s in comparison to his. Then again, she was maybe five feet
tall, and he was over six.

“Thought I saw something new,” she said, giving his arm a
surprisingly strong squeeze. “Silly me. My eyesight’s not what it used to be,
you know.”

“Would you like me to hand you your glasses?” He eyed the
pair sitting on the tray beside her bed, thick plastic frames with even thicker
lenses.

Letting go of his wrist – but leaving his sleeve pushed up –
she waved one hand. “I only use those for reading.”

A novel rested on the table, too – a thick paperback with a
woman in an old-fashioned dress posing with a ripped, long-haired guy in a kilt
on the cover. Tyler slid the meal tray onto the table, careful not to knock the
glasses or book off the side.

“Don’t like to wear them when I don’t have to,” she continued.
“They make me feel like an owl.”

“I’m sure you don’t look like an owl, Ms. Sherwin.”

“Ruby.” She tittered. “Now what did you bring me for lunch?”

Peering down at the tray, he tried to think of some way to
put a good spin on the food he’d just delivered. Unfortunately, the crown jewel
of it all was a cup of green gelatin with little chunks of something suspended
in its depths. Pear chunks, probably… At least, he hoped so. “Just what the
doctor ordered,” was his eventual reply.

A lot of the hospital patients had special dietary
restrictions, and apparently Ms. Sherwin was no exception.

“Well, I hope you haven’t been naughty – you know I’ve got
to watch my sugar.” She poked the dessert cup, making its contents jiggle, then
smiled up at him like they shared some sort of private joke.

“I’m sure it’s sugar-free.”

She raised her thin, white eyebrows like she was about to
say something else, but the sound of sneakers against tile filled the room
before she could get another word out.

“Ms. Sherwin.” A clear female voice resounded. “How are we
today?”

Tyler turned and felt immediately as if he’d been
sucker-punched in the gut.

Holy hell. It was her. The nurse he’d noticed yesterday, in
the hall. She’d taken his breath away then, walking by and leaving him to
practically suffocate over his cart full of red and green Jell-O, pale yellow
macaroni and whatever else patients like Ms. Sherwin were allowed to eat. He
hadn’t been close enough to read her name badge then, and now, he wanted to,
but it was hard to look away from her face.

She raised a brow at him and a polite smile just barely
cracked her perfectly-glossed lips. He took in everything – her dark brown eyes
and thick lashes, the wet look her gloss gave her mouth and the little sable
curls near her temples that had escaped the bun she’d pulled her hair back
into. And then his gaze dipped lower.

Okay, it wasn’t that hard to look away from her face. Even
in scrubs, her knockout figure was clearly discernible. Above one shapely breast,
her badge told him that her name was Mallory.

Tyler’s gut clenched as Mallory’s luscious lips curved in a
little smirk. “No worries there, Ms. Sherwin. Unless you’ve sweet-talked him
into slipping you chocolate, like you did that poor girl last week…”

“He would never. He’s a perfect volunteer. I think you all
should keep him around for more than a week.”

“That’s not up to me, Ms. Sherwin.”

Tyler gripped the meal cart by the handle and backed away
slowly, wincing as the wheels squeaked. Yeah, being around Mallory was no
hardship, but Ms. Sherwin was sabotaging whatever chances he might have with
the gorgeous nurse. With any luck he’d run into Mallory again … without a
geriatric flirt like Ms. Sherwin around. His heart sped a little at the
thought, and he cast a last, long look at Mallory’s back as he retreated.

Talk about hot. Her lavender scrub pants didn’t mask the
perfect curve of her ass, and the color flattered her smooth, light brown skin.
It was flawless and uninked – not that she needed tattoos, or anything else, to
look amazing.

“Thanks for bringing by Ms. Sherwin’s lunch,” Mallory called
over her shoulder.

Her words caught him off guard, and he guiltily transferred
his gaze to something else – the window, where snow flurries were falling
beyond the half-open blinds. “No problem.”

The meal cart rattled as he steered it right into the
doorframe.

Damn it.

Mallory and Ms. Sherwin both turned to stare at him.

“Need some help?” Mallory asked, arching one finely-shaped
brow again and looking like she might head his way.

“No, no.” He raised one hand. “I got it.” God. He had to
look like such a douche.

“Told you he was sweet,” Ms. Sherwin said, giggling.

Tyler hurried the hell out of the room, managing not to run
into anything else. He made it several steps before realizing that his left
sleeve was still pushed halfway up his arm. Jerking it down, he covered himself
up. In long sleeves, only the very edges of his full tattoo sleeves were
visible, just barely peeking over the edge of his wrist. Ms. Sherwin had spied
them the instant he’d walked into her room the day before – she was bullshiting
him about her failing eyesight, for sure.

Not everyone was such a fan of tattoos, and so, he kept them
covered while volunteering at the hospital. It was December anyway, and as the
snow falling outside attested, it was more than cold enough to justify his
clothing choices.

Not that he gave a shit, in general, what people thought of
his tattoos. He just didn’t want to make any waves while he was helping out at
the hospital. He was here for his sister, and all he really cared about was
keeping her safe. Maybe it made him a jerk, but he never would’ve volunteered
otherwise. And yet…

He couldn’t help but wonder what Mallory thought of his ink
– what little bit she’d been able to see thanks to Ms. Sherwin, that was. He
wouldn’t have minded if she’d shoved up his sleeve and decided to see for
herself, that was for sure. As he wheeled the meal cart into another room, a
vivid fantasy sprang up in his mind, starting there and quickly taking a much
less innocent turn.

Maggie is unaware of the terrifying fate that awaits her. It isn't until she lands in New Orleans for a full year at a private high school and her unknown enemies find her does she realize that her life is in danger.

As a mystifying stranger repeatedly intervenes and blocks the attempts on her life, she begins to learn that there is more to him than his need to protect her and that he may be the key to understanding why her enemies have just now arrived.

Laury Falter is a bestselling author of young adult romantic suspense and urban fantasy. She has three series out: the Guardian Trilogy, the Residue Series, and the Apocalypse Chronicles.

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I am an advid reader always have a book with me. I also have the most beautiful three great danes ever. I fell in love with the city of New Orleans when I was a small child. It has a history unique to itself and it flourishes with culture. Anne Rice is a big influence to me. The thought of Lestat walking the streets of New Orleans freaks me out to this day. I often consider myself an old soul from my love of old black and white movies and 80's I mean really who wouldn't want John Cusack holding a Boom Box under your window. I also enjoy all kinds of music, I have very eclectic tastes.
I am also an aspiring author working on two series.